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Fugs and Fabs: The Coach party


Man, it was the Fughara Desert out there for a while, and now EVERYONE is coming out to play. Bless you, Hollywood. I never thought I’d say this, but HAVE MORE PARTIES.

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Golden Globes Fugs and Fabs: Pinks


Don’t you love the part of the week where I say, “Damn, I don’t think I can drum up a full post about Felicity Jones, or Georgia King, or Nikki Reed, so THANK GOD they’re all wearing pink”? Me too.

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Fugs, Fabs, and Hilarious: Kellan Lutz, Ashley Greene, and Nikki Reed


In which Kellan Lutz is basically just hilarious. Albeit very possibly unintentionally.

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Fugs and Fabs: The InStyle Summer Soiree


Based on the weather here, it should have been called the InStyle Surface of the Sun Soiree. Still, people managed to look fresh and unsticky, which is always an achievement. But were the efforts of their anti-perspirant sprays in service of good or evil? Observe.

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Fug or Fab: Nikki Reed


Sometimes it feel like the Twilight events will NEVER END, like people have been yapping about Twilight for like ALL OF MY ADULT LIFE. On the other hand, I guess it’s better than 50 Shades of Grey, which…don’t even get me started, Fug Nation. Instead, let’s get started on Nikki:

This has a lot of things I like: stripes! Gold! Pattern! If it were a wallpaper, it’d be all over the powder room (I don’t have a powder room). As a dress, I would totally try it on. But would I buy it?

MAYBE. Would you?

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Fugs and Fehs: Wango Tango


Wango Tango is a concert that KIIS-FM (the local pop-music station here in Los Angeles) organizes every May, and which generally features a LOT of artists who are intensely popular but ultimately kind of flashes in the pan, mixed in with people like Britney. If you want to feel old, you should look at the Wikipedia compendium of past line-ups, as they are kind of brilliant time capsules of pop culture. For example, the ’98 line-up included Hootie and the Blowfish, Vonda Shepard (!), Paula Cole and Meredith Brooks, Olivia Newton John (???) and N-freaking SYNC, who were not even the headliners (that honor went to Mariah Carey, which is fair). 1999 had — among others — Ricky Martin and Britney, a girl I’ve never heard of who doesn’t even have a Wiki page anymore and who therefore isn’t even officially alive, and Fab of Milli Vanilli in the midst of his failed attempt to be a solo artist. The following year, N*SYNC headlined (that may have been the year I personally saw N*SYNC at the Rose Bowl and had an argument with the 12 year old in front of me about whether or not JC was my boyfriend or hers [I let her win when I realized what for me was "an argument" was for her DEADLY SERIOUS. I realized this when she asked me if JC and I had "an anniversary" (we do not).]) and there were two bands I’ve literally never heard of, plus Sisqo (remember when you couldn’t get in your car without hearing “The Thong Song”? Personally, I am much more a fan of its contemporary “Hot In Herre”), and J. Simp…backed up by Nick Lachey. You guys, that page is a total wormhole and you should go procrastinate there. Get ready to say things like, “OMG REMEMBER O-TOWN?” And then come back and look at all the fools Hologram Me is going to be waxing rhapsodic about in 2022.

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